After all, the master of the thousand households is a step ahead, and he will take down people in a short time.

"Dog offal ......"

The killer was captured and had to open his mouth to scold uncleanly, and was knocked on the back of his head by Yuan Changgeng with the handle of the knife, and fainted happily.

Seeing that his side had won, Su Jinluan poked out half of his head with a smile and asked thoughtfully:

"Do you want a rope?"

It's not that she blows, this is her secret experimental base, barely enough to be counted as half a handicraft workshop, all the tools are complete, and it is not a problem to tie up ten or eight gangsters!

"Okay."

Yuan Changgeng responded, skillfully searching out a bunch of things from the unconscious killer, and Su Jinluan was stunned.

Silver tickets, road guides, small bows and crossbows, and all kinds of bottles and cans are in a bunch of pieces, and they look like peers?

Phew, she's a good citizen, go with a ghost!

"Is this saltpeter ice?"

She dragged a bundle of hemp rope of different thicknesses over for you to choose, and looked curiously at the boxy, cold-filled box.

She also thought that saltpeter ice had to be "invented" by her, and almost made a joke.

She is really still a little floating, and she underestimates the heroes of the world.

It is necessary to know that the wisdom of the working people is infinite, and she should always remain humble, never be complacent, and forge ahead!

"yes, you won't?"

Yuan Chang Geng neatly spread out the killer's bun, took out a few silver needles and threw them into a pile of debris, the hairband hairpin that tied the hair was inconspicuous, and the same hidden mechanism was also hidden, and the sound of landing was unusual.

Seeing that she was curious, Yuan Changgeng patiently explained:

"Killers like them are full of killer moves, you stay away, I'm going to rip off his clothes."

As he spoke, he removed the killer's jaw and limb joints, and swished out a few bloody black teeth.

Su Jinluan's scalp was numb, so he obediently ran away, went back to the bedroom and packed a small package of his inner and outer clothes, and went to pack toiletries, as well as some miscellaneous daily items.

It didn't take long for her to hear a knock at the door outside, and when she looked around, there was no one in the operation room.

She hurriedly trotted in, carefully stopped the reaction equipment that was still working, sorted the raw materials and semi-finished products into categories, and worried about the precious equipment that had cost her a lot of effort.

How do you pack this? It's hard to throw it all away, and she's reluctant.

"Why don't you pack your bags?"

The cold voice was close at hand, which startled Su Jinluan!

She instinctively turned around and faced the man's handsome face that bullied the frost and snow, and she was careful that her liver was straight and scared!

Why does this man walk without a sound? How can people say bad things about him behind his back?

"Ah, it's almost cleaned up."

Su Jinluan scratched his head, pointed to the equipment that occupied half of the room in front of him, and said bluntly:

"That's all there is to it. Although it looks very simple, the size of the various interfaces and everything is carefully calculated, and it is not a perfect fit, but it is barely enough. ”

"If it's convenient, can you move these all away? It's easier to imitate, and I can't draw that design very well. ”

She sneered and exposed her shortcomings. Drawing is a professional skill, and drawing is completely different from drawing comics.

Those who know how to draw clearly even with a brush; A layman is like her, even if she is given a computer and drawing software, she can only stare dryly, and the real interlacing is like a mountain.

There is a specialization in the art industry. There are so many skilled craftsmen in Dayan, and it should not be a problem to move this set of rudimentary equipment away, and compare it with scale enlargement and material optimization.

Yuan Changgeng looked at the piles with strange shapes and nodded:

"Okay, someone will clean it up and move it out for you as it is."

Su Jinluan showed a relaxed smile, and she was still relieved that Jinyiwei was doing things.

There's nothing left to clean up.

Su Jinluan left a letter to Ruyi, went out with a simple little baggage, and left it to Jinyiwei to finish.

When he left the courtyard gate, he saw the black and oily mass, and Su Jinluan's legs and stomach immediately began to tremble.

Yes, want to ride a horse?

The big black horse bared his teeth affectionately at her, and the sunlight coincidentally refracted a cold light, which shot straight into Su Jinluan's eyes.

She gasped and took two steps back.

She doesn't want to leave, even if she falls in love with the Yang family and kills her for the rest of her life!

"Come up."

Yuan Changgeng saw her cowering, and he didn't persuade much, turned over on the horse neatly, and stretched out a hand towards her.

Su Jinluan rubbed on the spot, and the man waited quietly.

She didn't have such a thick skin to make people wait, and she stubbornly passed, hesitating to reach out.

"Wrap it up for me."

Yuan Changgeng asked for luggage first.

He has never seen such a cool girl, those young ladies and ladies go out, who is not a big bag and a few carriages?

"Oh."

Su Jinluan gave one password and one action, and was glared at by the big hairy eyes sneered at by the black horse, his mind was blank, and he couldn't even afford the fighting spirit that couldn't lose.

The species is different, she can't fall in love, no, she can't compete, she admits it.

Yuan Changgeng took her light little baggage, stuffed it all into the blanket behind her back, carried it effortlessly, and then glanced at the big purse bulging behind her back, and saw that she was carrying a strap on one shoulder, not like a laborious appearance, so he let her go.

However, the style of this large purse is delicate and practical, and it is stronger than the purse.

Yuan Changgeng bent down to pick up the wilting rabbit, placed the person in front of him and sat down, glanced at the big purse between the two, shook the reins, and Mo Ying took a step and kicked forward.

"Go back and make me a purse like this."

He asked for it unceremoniously.

"Just be plain and clean, you don't have to embroider too delicate patterns, the sealed drawstring will wait for me to find you some good materials, weave a strong rope, and tie a wishful knot at the end of the rope."

"Huh?"

Su Jinluan reacted stupidly for two seconds, and then took on the role of customer service Xiao Su.

No, big guy, I don't embarrass you, how can you do it casually? Our store is not open, and we do not accept high-end customization!

"Okay."

Su Jinluan honestly agreed, his body was so stiff that he looked like he had been kidnapped, and his mind was full of how high and hot!

The back seems to be on fire, but it looks like a needle is pricked under the buttocks!

This experience of ice and fire, how can it be expressed as sour?!

Su Jinluan almost wanted to kill himself on the spot, and he wished that he would immediately comprehend the spell of shrinking the ground into inches, and teleport to the destination in one second, saving him such inhumane suffering!

"That," was so embarrassed that she instinctively saved herself. "I'm not very good at embroidery, and I'm not very good at weaving, you know."

She didn't have anything to say, and she coaxed a batch.

"Why don't you find an experienced embroiderer and make a good one for you according to my backpack?"

What kind of purse, she is still purse, this is called a backpack, is it foreign?

Su Jinluan's brain circuit was disordered, and he tried to look ahead, and he couldn't control his mouth a little.

"You do."

The man behind him rejected the appeal coldly, his arms naturally stretched forward to hold the reins, and with a slight shake, the ink shadow slowly accelerated in tacit understanding.

The stiff Su Wooden Man Jinluan slammed into his arms with inertia, and his face burned red!

This is, horseback knock?

Whoa, she's dead.